Since I was twelve years of age, twenty four now. I have had a reoccurring dream. At first it felt like a nightmare, it starts and ends in the same way but the middle varies, dependant on my feelings for a person or perhaps my anxieties in my day to day life. Some even evoke da' sa vu during the waking hours.
As it goes, I wake up in my old bedroom in an industrial town where my of my ancestors and I originate. I'm in my old room, in my bed which is in the centre when it used to be pressed against the wall. No other details in the room other than my sleeping form under the covers, a window with a light blue etherial hue shining through and I am floating above my form, there are shadows all around and all I hear are knocks, or something with hooves or wings, sometimes even a person just running in a wooden corridor.
I feel afraid, but as I am able to fly I open the window and escape out above the roof tops of my old neighbourhood. It's night time still, the clouds are dense and dark with soot and my old street below is empty. The only thing I feel is the presence of the thing following me, I don't look back I just keep flying over the rows and rows of houses. Gravity still over comes me at times, I have to land on the roof and take a breath, flap my arms out. Usually at that time whatever is chasing me is a lot closer and starts to yell/growl/bark/ or rant at me. Never the same.
When I can't fly I run through buildings, people I know are there, relaxing asking me questions about something on my mind that day but usually it's for a few seconds before I run through a labyrinth of different buildings from different ages before I can fly again.
When I have caught flight again I go for a while until it's dawn light, I usually end up by the sea. But the sea is out, far out, it's just sand for miles and behind me the rows of ancient or modern day British buildings all line up meeting parallel with the sand. I hear and I always hear it, a sea gull cry. I turn to look for it, there's nothing there but as i turn to look back out there is a massive wall of water, taller than any of the buildings there. The sky is clear blue but still stars, uncounted, like the milky way branch shine above, the moon is so much closer than usual, you can see planets in the distance, sometimes even closer, red planets like jupiter. The sea wall is getting closer but by it I see usually and most of the time, the thing that was chasing me take form of a great bear, grizzly with a kind looking face. It looks to me, and then walks into the water.
As the water gets closure, I become more and more fearful. I turn to run back, but everytime, in every dream. It catches up with me and I feel the brief agony of being torn apart before I wake up.
Every other night it's the same, with a different variation of buildings in-between. What could it mean?
